A Gentle Tap

My neck twitched, and suddenly the bright table came into focus! A soft chime came from the metal ring resting against my head as I leaned forward. Down in front of me sat a tiny black cup holding a swirl of pale sauce. Curious, I leaned in and gave the rim of the dish a polite, gentle bump with my chin. It made a crisp clack against the wooden tray, holding firm, while I quietly settled back into place.